I Love Fall!

Fall has officially begun… and in our house that means one thing: BEARS FOOTBALL!! I will spend the next six months or so with earplugs permanently in so I do not go deaf while Matt screams at Jay Cutler. I think Matt actually shed a tear or two when we heard that Brian Urlacher would be out for the rest of the season for a wrist injury/surgery. I was sorely disappointed with Cutlers first regular season game against the Packers (L 15-21). Cutler threw FOUR INTERCEPTIONS! But we came out with a win against the Steelers last week (W 17-14), which was a fantastic game! Cutler did much better, but I’ll credit that game to Robbie Gould who’s never missed a field goal within 40 yards. If we don’t beat the Seahawks this week, I might shed a few tears myself.

All geared up for Bears vs. Steelers!

I absolutely love fall, it is one of my favorite seasons and here’s a few reasons why:

-Fall Foliage

-Thanksgiving

-Pumpkin Pie, pumpkin bread, pumpkin cookies, ANYTHING PUMPKIN!

-Apple Orchards

-Yummy fall scented candles

-Leftover Halloween Candy

-Less Humidity

-Halloween Costumes

-Pumpkins and Jack-o-Lanterns

-Hay Rides

-Cool Weather

-Bonfires and S’mores

-Furry Boots

-Apple Cider

-Long Walks in the Park

-Hot Chocolate

-Can't forget FOOTBALL!

-This list could go on forever!

An Autumn Day

Tell me when the days turn cold
And the crisp, bitter nights set in
I'll bid adieu, adieu to the sun
And embrace the northern winds
Wake me from my restless sleep
For the trees will crackle soon
And Shed their cumbersome coats and dance
Bare with me and the moon
My mouth how it waters in pure delight
Dreaming of scented dregs
Cinnamon, pumpkin, apple spice
Swirling in my head!
And on Halloween, I'll await you where
The headless one rides by
Chasing after phantom fools
And so this night shall I,
September days may shorten in length
October evenings can fright
November rains may fall and freeze
Over the Saman night
But deep within the heart
Of the dormant Earth
The little buds await the Fall
To ensure them of rebirth
And so I sit much like them
Dependant in every way
Upon the plentiful harvest,
Of an autumn day.

B. R. Jording